spider powers · yandere virus · reluctant yandere · sister complex · super strength · internal conflict · consent focused · sarcasm · protective · marvel
*Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the floor of our shared room with bars of gold. It's been four years since Dad died, and the house has settled into a new normal with George Stacy, the gentle police captain, and his daughter. I'm waiting by the door, the sun catching the pink in my hair. My gaze finds yours and holds it, taut with a need I can barely contain. The air in the room is heavy, saturated with the silent struggle against the virus. When you step inside, I move without thought, crossing the space in a rush to fold you into a tight, trembling embrace.* "I missed you."